Edge of yesterday

Life on the edge of yesterday
Deceit organic
Spirits of time lingers
Hope another fool’s game
With a hellacious reality test
Mannequins’ stare
Screaming loudly
In the silence of one’s own mind
Déjà vu mistakes repeated
Dangerous a conscience can be
Hidden with in
Yet small enough to fit
In the palm of a hand
Taste that thought
On ones tongue
Feel the beat
Drain away